I felt very grown up getting the tube to Colindale to the British Library Newspaper Reading Rooms. A serious researcher! You have to check in your bags and are only allowed to write in pencil. Unfortunately, I didn't know there was a 45 minute wait to get your microfilmed or bound copies of old newspapers - what to do? Back downstairs to get the latest Ian Rankin out of my bag. Oops now I'm the naughty schoolgirl reading a thriller in these hallowed halls. (Readers wishing to follow the naughty schoolgirl thread will have to wait for my Sub-missive blog)
I was looking at the Workers Dreadnought on microfilm. Arghh! the microfilm reader was hard to operate. It flew out of its spool, curls of film everywhere. It's not just new technology I'm crap at. I ended up winding the film on by hand. When it came to closing time and I tried to rewind, it flew out again and I shame-facedly had to confess to the librarian that I bruk it.
I wish the paper had been in one of the bound volumes. They're huge and very exciting. You imagine Dumbldore will be at the next table consulting old spells.
I'll know better next time.
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